Fatal Attractions [Scar vs Nha]

[thesteedman]

Sophia's body strained as Nha's deadly thighs continued to tense up and compress the German's exposed and alluring core. Nha's legs would occasionally adjust, getting a deeper feel for her bare stomach and causing Sophia's beautiful features to wince in disgust. Still resting flat on her knees, Sophia arched her spine back for a moment during the terrible pressure when Nha dug her thighs deep against her body for a big crushing squeeze. She really did not want to give Nha the satisfaction of shouting out in pain... but such was the power of her body lock that Sophia could not help it. It was one regret that she was unable to prevent herself from crying out in pain... but the moan that slipped from Nha's parting lips disturbed the German beauty to her core. Nha was enjoying this all too much... no, she was actually gaining pleasure from this?! Her body was hot, her form sliding tighter against her own... Naturally this spurned Sophia on to try and escape... her efforts more desperate, her strike attempt much stronger.. but regrettably all the more predictable.

Sophia gasped in alarm as Nha was able to capture her striking arm, taking it with her own. It seemed she was really beginning to lean into the German's earlier insult of being a snake, as it felt like she was slowly and surely wrapping her up more like some form of constrictor. Sophia winced in disgust as Nha began to whisper in her ear, before being unable to suppress a pained moan as Nha's legs continued to constrict and grind down her already tested midriff. She hated that such a sound was forced from her lips against her will, no doubt feeding more into Nha's twisted desires! The squeeze distracted her from the Egyptian's next move, as she felt Nha begin to slide up her back, looking to reposition and further lock her up.. or rather wrap her up all the more! Despite the agony she was in, Sophia was able to form a defensive motion, leaning forwards when Nha looked to finish capturing her... fortunately just about avoiding that deadly grasp attempt that looked to twist and bend her into a dragon sleeper!

She barely ended up better off, in one sense she actually ended up worse off after a brief struggle for escape. Sophia gasped out, falling back against Nha after throwing herself to prevent the dragon sleeper attempt! Her body rested deeper between Nha's alluring but deadly thighs, but Nha's arm managed to wrap around Sophia's chest during the brief struggle whilst her other arm was still trapped. Sophia's breath caught in her lungs given that Nha's arm crossed over her chest with one of her hands upon breast. Sophia was still in danger, knowing Nha could easily use that arm to add to the already debilitating embrace, or shift it for a more traditional sleeper if she so chose... but right now Sophia hated that she was feeling her chest, blushing with embarrassment and biting her lower lip hard with clear agitation.

She knew she had to move quickly, and began to try and shift herself upon her knees in her attempts to escape. She tried to twist her core between Nha's bare and deadly legs, looking to twist her hips. Given how hard they clamped down upon her core, Sophia knew it would be difficult and painful, but she had to try. It would mean the scissor hold would focus on her lower spine and stomach, but she would have better position to try and fight against Nha's deadly hold. If successful, she would regain some lost leverage, if not... she feared what Nha would do next! But she would fight against her all the way!

[Darius 2.0]

Under the eyes of a mesmerized crowd, Nha kept Sophia trapped within her leggy prison. Her tight constricting thighs, which seemed to be getting tighter by the second, not only kept the German held in place but it also provided Nha many opportunities for setting up other moves. The dragon sleeper was meant to be one of them but Sophia was as stubborn as ever, struggling her way out of Nha's intended grasp in an attempt to free herself from the bodyscissor. It was hardly a coordinated attempt; more the act of a woman trying desperately to pry herself free from the clutches of her aggressor.

Sophia's own actions would end up with her collapsing further into the Nha's leggy embrace, not to mention having Nha's arm glide carelessly across the karateka's chest, much to the twin's delight. "Oh Sophia," Nha giggled, felling the woman's soft orbs beneath her top. "I knew you would come around eventually. But to be this forward?" Smiling like the devil she was, Nha would adjust to this new positioning very quickly, counting upon the fact that the German would be too flustered to respond in time.

The exotic beauty's legs, already wrapped tight around poor Sophia's core, would shift around her again so one of Nha's calves would cross across the Germa's abs. The other leg would then move to hook the ankle of the first, and if applied without incident, Nha will have trapped Sophia in a new version of the bodyscissor: the figure four.

Even if Nha managed to pull the transition off, her devious attack would not end with that. Her arms, already partially draped across Sophia's chest, would come around the blonde top half to hug her tightly. It would be as tight an embrace as it could be, enough to be called bearhug from behind. Nha's breasts would mash against Sophia's tough back as she aimed to crush the blonde with her arms as well. Naturally, this would also trap Sophia's arms at her sides, leaving her more helpless than ever before!

If all went according to plan, Nha would trap the German in doubly constricting hold, one that utilized both a reverse bearhug and a frighteningly tight figure four bodyscissor. Now more than ever, Nha would resemble the snake Sophia claimed her to be. With her lips curled into a arrogant smirk, the blue twin would settle in both holds for a nice long squeeeeeeeezzzzzee....

[thesteedman]

It felt tragic in one sense. Had Nha not been the twisted and perverse individual she revealed herself to be, Sophia would have had a lot of respect for her. Sophia prided herself on her wrestling ability, she was known for having great skill in all areas from ground and submission work, to deft and wondrous ariel assaults, deadly and stiff striking, and was mostly known for flipping and suplexing her opponents for days without letting up. Sophia was a former champion of the Full Metal Wrestling Federation for a reason before her move to LAW... By all rights, she was the favourite going into this match against one half of the Ancestors of Isis! Though a great submission wrestler in herself... Nha on the other hand proved to be a master! She had taken the fight to Sophia down to her own level, stopping Scar from striking, stopping her from launching her famous and overwhelming assaults, simply out wrestling her for control.

It was an impressive feat, one Sophia would have greatly admired and had respect for... but Nha quickly revealed her darker intent with Sophia. It began with one of her hands coming to caress over her chest, grasping at her breast with only fabric separating her hand from Sophia's well rounded and modest chest. Her words became like poison when Nha taunted her, whispering with a low and sultry voice right down her ear. Her antics grated on Sophia, and she was ashamed of her own reaction when she shouted out in anger, desperately trying to strike at Nha... The Egyptian was breaking her down, not just physically... but mentally. She was in her head, her wicked ways forcing Sophia into more mistakes! Her efforts to try and twist and strike at Nha were thwarted at once when she felt Nha's bare legs adjust, as her calve would slide over her lower stomach just below her navel in a near teasing manner, before her other leg hooked around her ankle to secure a terrible embrace.

Once more, Sophia was ashamed of herself as she could not stop the moan of pain from being pressed from her lips as the tighter bodyscissor was secured around her slender frame. She knew it all fed into Nha's pleasure, but the constant pressure and the tightening squeeze was getting to her... wearing her down, making her body work against herself. Once more she tried to pry, overwhelmed given Nha held her chest, whilst her legs squeezed her tightly. Normally Sophia was more controlled then this, but Nha's whispes and her moans of pleasure, her constant holds and crushing embraces with all her grinding! Sophia was struggling to think, becoming desperate. Naturally she had to throw pride away and reach for the bodyscissors over the groping of her breasts... but again it played into Nha's ambitions. Her grip changed, her arms locking around her chest in a firm bearhug! Sophia gasped out, realising Nha had her trapped good, managing to catch her upper arms at her sides.

The arrogance of it twisted Sophia's mind to her core. A sleeper hold would have been more effective, or any form of choke... but Nha opted for a bearhug purposely! Her legs were clearly stronger than her arms, but there was something more sinister about a bearhug from Nha's current position, it was a slower process to squeeze her chest than outright strangulation around Sophia's neck, more torturous where as a sleeper was much quicker. Sophia did not know where to even reach, as one hand tried to pry against the powerful thighs digging deeper around her waist, whilst the other reached upwards against the arms that rested and squeezed at her chest, forcing her breasts to heave uncomfortably as the 'coils' of Nha's embrace tightened. Try as she might... Sophia tried to keep herself quiet, biting on her lower lip firmly when Nha began to squeeze her long and hard.

Her stomach muscles tensed up, straining, her toes curled and her head whipped back. A loud and pained moan was forced from Sophia after what felt like several agonising minutes, feeling the squeeze get the better of her. Her chest heaved, as a normally easy task of breathing became quite a laborious task. Her body trembled with the growing pressure, leaving Sophia to writhe and struggle, unable to stop herself shouting out in pain... Sophia knew Nha was loving this... and she hated it.... she hated her!

[Darius 2.0]

With a grip that belied a hidden strength behind those alluring curves, all of Nha's limbs latched around Sophia and held her tight. Her bronze thighs wrapped in a figure four around Sophia's waist meant it would be impossible for the German to roll away. Her arms, latched together around Sophia's chest would not only compress her prey's ribs, but trap her arms at her sides. With this truly breathtaking hold that crushed Sophia's entire torso and left her+ utterly helpless, Nha had truly earned her serpent moniker. Like a hungry snake, she moved to squeeze the very life out of her foe.

As soon as her holds were locked in Nha gave a small laugh of triumph for now she truly had the karateka right where she wanted her. The exotic vixen would begin applying pressure to both holds almost immediately, and was rewarded with a moan of agony from Sophia that sent shivers down her spine. Her calf and thighs would dig deep into Sophia's core, closing in around it from all angles like a vice. Nha could feel Sophia try to flex her abs in defiance, but hard as those abs were, under Nha's relentless squeeze, they would eventually begin to give out. It was only a matter of time. While Nha's legs compressed Sophia's waist, her arms would do the same to her ribcage, bearhugging the woman from behind, pulling her tight against herself and leaving her breasts mushrooming against the blonde's back.

"Mmmmm, here we are again, little Wolfe," Nha would purr uncomfortably close to Sophia's ear in her low velvety tone, her hot breath against the German's neck. "Let me ask you something. Do you know why they pit women like you against women like me?" Clearly intending the question as rhetorical, Nha would continue, regardless of Sophia's input. "It's because everyone loves to watch women like you get humiliated. To watch a proper fighter get picked part piece by piece is something everyone enjoys. You were never actually meant to win this match, Sophia." Nha would get particularly close to Sophia's ear for what she whispered next, her lips a devious smile. "You were set up as a sacrifice....."

After giving Sophia one more mind game to play with, Nha would lick her blue colored lips and lean in, aiming to plant a kiss upon the nape of Sophia's neck. It wouldn't end with just one kiss, however. Nha would begin to plant a steady path of kisses all along the length of Sophia's neck. She would be slow and methodical, wanting Sophia to feel each one she pressed against her bare skin. All the while, the squeeze around Sophia would increase further and further by the second, as if the act of ravaging Sophia was fueling Nha's increased strength!

[thesteedman]

Breathing was fast becoming more difficult as the gruelling seconds continued to pass within Nha's terrible embrace. Her bronze 'coils' as it where continued to tighten around Sophia's slender form, trying to squeeze the near life from the German's alluring body. Nha's bare and powerful legs continued to somehow tighten when it felt like there was no more space to tighten around, pulling down against her waist whilst her arms pulled up, slowly stretching Sophia's midriff. As much as Sophia tried to supress herself from shouting out in pain, or moaning breathlessly.. such was the expertise of her oppressors grip that she could do little to prevent it.

It began to dig into Sophia's core, as she winced in disgust, feeling the heat rising from Nha as she kept her embrace upon her, using her body as a weapon to press the energy and fight from Sophia. Nha made no secret about the predicament... she was getting off on it all, finding pleasure in the suffering of Sophia, becoming intoxicated by the amount of contact as her scantily clad form continued to grind up against her. When she began to whisper into Sophia's ear with a seductive tone, the German tried to turn away from her... but trapped within her 'coils' as it was... she had nowhere to go.
"Uugh... S... silence yourself... You.. do not know... of what you speak of!" Sophia gasped out breathlessly. She tried to block out Nha's words... but even she could not deny that perhaps there was some twisted half truth to the message of her words.

Though she could hear in the back of her mind the fans chanting in support of her and booing Nha... They were certainly not as loud as normal or what she was used to. Rather... it was possible many were distracted by her current predicament... perhaps even enjoyed it seeing Sophia being wrapped up, dominated and squeezed by her alluring beauty of an opponent. Sophia shook her head, unwilling to concede such a notion however... Nha was getting into her head in more ways than one. She began to writhe and struggle, tensing her arms and trying to build up strength. Her efforts eased the bearhug, resisting the closing pressure... and it almost looked like Sophia might create enough space to free her arms and work to get free.

She gasped out however in horror, feeling Nha suddenly begin to kiss the soft skin of her neck, starting at her nape before she slowly and sensually began to kiss and nip along the side of her neck. Her lips worked slowly, methodically, taking time to trace over her skin. Sophia felt Nha shiver in delight, content to kiss her trapped prey a little more deeply. Sophia winced in displeasure, even with her expression soured she was still an angelic beauty to behold... Her cheeks turned a slight shade of pink... feeling humiliated by what Nha was doing to her as she squeezed her body! The distraction helped Nha clamp her bearhug tighter around Sophia's chest once more... causing the German to moan out loud in pain as her chest was once more constricted! Her toes curled and her head whipped back, incidentally giving Nha more access to kiss upon her neck.

"S... stop this now! G... get off of me!" Sophia exclaimed, her tone dripping with panic. Her confidence was being shattered with each kiss and each prolonged squeeze in the humiliating embrace, and it was more than clear Sophia was losing her cool, becoming more desperate... but more breathless... It was absolute torture for the German wrestler, and it felt like there would be no end to it if she could not get free!

[Darius 2.0]

There was no doubt that the watching audience was on Sophia's side tonight. The chorus of support for the German and the boos directed at Nha were clear evidence of that. But as Nha once again took advantage of her opponent's helplessness in the form of sensual gratification, many of those voices would quiet down. If fact some would be replaced by catcalls and actual hoots of support, showing that Nha's theory towards Sophia's situation might have had some merit after all! The way the Egyptian seductress wrapped herself around her unwilling foe in the most intimate of embraces made for a steamy situation indeed, one which Nha was enjoying immensely and Sophia.......well, her feelings on the matter were irrelevant.

Like a boa constrictor preparing to devour her prey, Nha continued to squeeze the life out of Sophia, her arms and legs working in unison to force the air out of her body. Every breath Sophia took would be controlled by Nha, and she wouldn't allow much. While this happened, Nha's soft lips would press against Sophia's neck in a barrage of kisses, blazing a trail that would start behind Sophia's ear before making its way down towards her shoulder. Sophia's breathless whines of protest only served to spur Nha on further, loving the feeling of power she held over the proud fighter. With each kiss her hold on Sophia tightened by the second, compressing her bones, draining her strength....

It was only when she had kissed the entire length of Sophia's neck did Nha come up for air, smiling like the wicked woman she was. "You don't get to decide when this is over, little Wolfe," Nha would whisper to her captive again, her sexy accent belying her devious intent. "Not even the ref gets a say in that. Only I decide when this is over, and it will end only until I've had my fill of you....." As if to make her point, Nha would suddenly run her tongue along the length of Sophia's cheek for a long, invasive lick.

"Now where were we....?" Nha would giggle afterwards before she would move to change her hold on Sophia again. Convinced that her draining squeezes had weakened Sophia enough to not be a problem for now, Nha would suddenly release the bearhug she had on the woman's top half. The figure four bodyscissors would stay, though.

Once Nha had done that, she would attempt to use the leg lock to roll Sophia onto her front. With the bodyscissors still locked in, Sophia would be resting on top of Nha's calf with her thighs still bearing down on her from the flanks, keeping the squeeze and making even more inescapable, If Nha managed this, she would then reach forward to hook her hands underneath Sophia's chin. Then she would roughly pull back on it, bending the German woman backwards in an agonizing way, arching her back until her body would resemble the letter J, applying some kind of camel clutch/bodyscissor combo move!

[thesteedman]

As Nha had mentioned... there was nothing the ref could do about Nha and her twisted and perverse ways. Kisses were not illegal moves within LAW's rules and laws, nor was it against the rules to lick as Nha demonstrated when she was done passionately kissing upon Sophia's soft skin. She finished with a long and sensual lick, tracing her tongue firmly along Sophia's cheek, before tracing over the scar that gave the German her nickname. Sophia grimaced in disgust, feeling Nha leave a trail of saliva along her beautiful features, before a long an agonising squeeze followed.

Sophia's alluring form was left straining from the entire torturous and sensual embrace. What was exposed of Sophia's skin glistened in the light, no doubt Nha's constricting hold taking a toll upon her. The last squeeze forced a long moan of agony from Sophia, and she could feel her body beginning to give under the bearhug and especially the agonisingly tight body scissors around her compressed waist. Nha continued to tease and have her way with her, whispering sweetly and alluringly into her ear all the time... breaking her will with her words... breaking her body with her embrace as a few clicks and muffled creaks began to sound from Sophia's form.

The bearhug was released after what felt like an eternity, though when Sophia tried to breathe, she gained little air as Nha's terrible and gruelling triangle bodyscissor remained just as tight as ever. Instinctively Sophia tried to pry against her legs, pushing as hard as she could, but Nha already had her next devious torture planned, and was quick to roll Sophia, keeping her waist trapped the whole time and constricted. Sophia ended up on her front, with Nha's legs now locked in place. Sophia tried to take a defensive position when Nha slide down behind her, trying to defend herself, fearing another bearhug from her more than anything! However this time Nha reached for her chin, making Sophia gasp out after the transition surprised her!

She could do little as Nha was able to pull on her chin, locking in a dangerous Camel Clutch and unique triangle bodyscissor combo! Bent into a C like shape, both squeezed and agonisingly pulled and contorted, Sophia was left screaming, feeling a few of her vertebrae creak and click within her back. She grasped at Nha's hands, shouting out in agony. Sophia was all too aware that she was in grave trouble! However... her arms were now at least free for the first time. She placed them on the ground at first, trying to relieve some of the pressure, before prying against Nha's hands against her chin! She just needed a moment to think... but it was difficult with such searing pain in her spine... whilst still being brutally squeezed and left breathless...

Sophia had been trapped in plenty of submissions... but Nha had to be the most creative and twisted she had ever encountered in her career... She really was a mistress at Submissions!

[Darius 2.0]

There was a reason Nha's preferred combat style was in the art of submissions, the simple answer being she was a sadist at heart. Unlike her twin sister, who preferred big muscles with which to overwhelm her opponents, Nha's more slender and flexible frame was trained to wrap her victims up in bone bending locks and air stealing chokes. Stemming from a love of watching her opponent's squirm, Nha trained her craft so diligently that she was creating holds complex in theory, but agonizing in execution. The hold bodyscissor/camel clutch combo she now had Sophia screaming in was a testament to the blue twin's deadly proficiency.

With the figure four sill wrapped around Sophia's waist, Nha would feel her spine click and pop underneath her, something that made the Egyptian smile maliciously. Her hands pulled back on the German's chin, putting her flexibility to the ultimate test. From the delightful scream of agony Sophia was giving her, it was a test she was clearly failing. Nha couldn't help but lick her lips as Sophia suffered in her grasp. Once again she had the proud fighter at her mercy, squeezing her breathless and making her humble at the same time. The karateka's desperate prying of her hands wouldn't do her much good either since Nha had leverage on her side. The awful bending would continue, and from how far back Nha was stretching Sophia, she had the benefit at looking at the woman's angelic face contorted in agony.

"So here's how it's going to work," Nha would say down to Sophia. "I'm going to ask you to submit to me. You'll say no; proud woman that you are, forcing me to continue to place you in increasingly painful holds. You'll keep this attitude until the pain becomes too much to bear, then you'll be begging me for mercy." Nha's blue lips would curl into a dark smile. "And if you do it right....I might just give it."

Nha would flex her legs around Sophia just to hear the woman groan but would not stop there. Smiling, she would remove one of her hands from Sophia's chin, leaving the other one to continue pulling back on her spine. The free hand would travel down Sophia's chest which, thanks to the back breaking hold, was jutting out enticingly. Nha's hand would move to grasp at one of the German's breasts, giving it a firm but tender grope. With a face full of glee, Nha would squeeze and play with Sophia's boob with wanton abandon, adding a humiliating twist to the German's already desperate situation!

[thesteedman]

It was hard to differentiate what was more unbearable... Was it the agonising and gruelling submission hold, a terribly constricting bodyscissors that had remained around her waist for such a prolonged and excruciating amount of time, whilst her spine was contorted to its limitations by the perilous camel clutch combination... or was it the degradation as Nha began to slowly caress and grope at her chest at her own liberty?! Sophia cried out in something that was a blend of anguish and sheer suffering. The fabric of her top did little to shield her breast from Nha's searching hand, whilst the other continued to pull back against her chin, pulling her in such a manner that Sophia thought her head might begin to near touch her own feet.

Her toes curled, her eyes closed tightly and fists clenched, trying to endure the dreadful torment Nha was putting her body through. Her stomach was tensed tightly, her arms straining. She could barely focus upon Nha's words when she teased and taunted her, foreboding what was to come... but Sophia heard enough to piece together the dark message of intent Nha had for her. A few clicks and creaks sounded out from Sophia's spine... part from the contortion and sheer spine bending hold... part from the tight constriction around her waist whilst her lower back slowly was pressed to what Sophia's form could physically take.

The only real thing to come from all of this, was that it was a testament to Sophia's resolve and sheer toughness that she was able to endure at all. Nha had no doubt most would have surrendered by now... In truth, if Nha had not pressed and taunted Sophia so much with her perverse behaviour and her groping.. it was possible Sophia might have offered a submission earlier. No doubt resentment against Nha drove the German woman to endure... She winced in disgust as Nha did not mind one bit however, squeezing at her breast, getting a handful of her alluring form and enjoying every moment of it. Sophia cursed in her native tongue... it was not in her nature to do so... but given her situation she was making an exception.

After a brief cry of agony, Sophia realised that there was a chance to escape. It meant letting Nha have her way with her chest... but with Nha having only one hand against her chin, she was able to reach for it with both of her own. She felt her spine bend a little more, making her striking face sour with distress. Her mouth opened wide but no sound escaped, managing only a silent scream as her midriff strained. However, she now had both hands upon Nha's one, and pried with desperation, looking to finally be free of the Camel Clutch at the very least!

[Darius 2.0]

With very little coordination in terms of defense on Sophia's part, Nha was able to grope her breasts all she liked, and there was very little the woman could do to stop her. The Egyptian seductress loved the power she had over Sophia's strong body. Whether it was from from squeezing her breathless, contorting her spine or exploiting her sexually, Nha took sadistic pleasure in making it all happen. Her face told it all. She had taken to biting upon her lower lip as she put the karateka through her own private hell, clearly suppressing the urge to moan. The audience was livid as well, almost divided in half. Most were cheering for the stalwart face to rally and escape, but many more were cheering and catcalling as the dirty heel took clear advantage of the situation to humiliate her foe. Nha enjoyed it all, because no matter what happened next in the ring, she would be in control.

Naturally, after removing one of her hands to unashamedly grope Sophia's boob, the German redoubled her efforts to pry at the remaining hand pulling back in her chin. Eventually, she would have succeeded in this effort, but Nha had already decided she was finished with this hold. She had already made up her mind on how to further torture her prey. "Such fire in your belly," Nha chuckled, looking into the contorted agony that had become Sophia's face. "You truly think you can still win this. Oh, my dear Sophia......this is just the foreplay for what's to come!"

Before Sophia could break the camel clutch, Nha would remove her hand from Sophia's breast and use it to grasp the back on the woman's head. Smirking, Nha would then attempt to use that grip to pitch Sophia's head forward and slam her face first into the mat. A harsh move to be sure, but it was Nha's intention to further stun Sophia with this move. If that was the case and Sophia was dazed by the slam, Nha would finally unwind her legs from around the German's waist, ending the bodyscissors. No longer wrapped around her foe, Nha would get to her feet and look down upon her quarry with a dark smile. The smile would remain as she would walk around Sophia's body with that alluring strut of hers before placing herself in front of Sophia's head.

Once she did that, Nha would sit herself down before Sophia, planting her butt on the mat. Quickly, the Egyptian would attempt to grab Sophia's head and pull it between her legs, aiming to stuff her face right against her blue clad crotch. Her caramel legs would then wrap around Sophia's head to hold it in place, hoping to trap her in a front facing figure four headscissor. A deadly move on its own, but the ever sadistic Nha would not stop there. She would then try to reach forward down Sophia's body and grab both the woman's legs in each hand, and if she managed that would rear back on them hard, bending the German again. When all was said and done, Nha will have placed Sophia in another deadly and creative hold, one that combined the back breaking agony of a boston crab with the suffocating misery of a headscissor!

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